A pondering thought (Poem) (TRIG SH WARNING)
I have a pondering thought,
And it feeds off my heart.
It takes the guilt, the pain and hate,
To a very dark place.
It grows and it waits,
Until there's nothing left, but a hole in its place.
So it creates.
Just so it can stay alive
Eating through the pain I make.
(I think this poem describes the circle of SH quite well and maybe even why it's so hard to brake and stay away from)